Wednesday, January 01, 2020
My profile use to read Wife, Mother, Teacher...
Then I left teaching and became a bank teller...
Last year I saw another label change that I never expected.
April 17th, 2019 (my 35th birthday) I went from wife to widow.
The first time I heard myself referred to as “widow” my breath caught. I was only 35, how does one take on a label so young. I shouldn’t be a widow, my husband should be here.
I think I repeated the word widow over and over again and it never felt less foreign. Eight months later it feels weird to call myself a widow, even weirder to call myself single....
But we have other label we give ourselves.
I have some rather cruel ones I’ve attached to myself
Last year my labels changed without my permission. An instant changed who I was.
This year I’m going to give myself some new labels.
The last two are my favorite and I can’t wait to embrace them.